Anti-Riot's First 100 Approaches Thread
02-04-2016, 02:47 PM
Approach #16: Christina ("My Street")
Sometimes the Universe takes pity on you and throws you a bone. This approach might have been it. One of my buddies was so interested in my Day Game endeavors that he wanted me to put my phone on speaker while he listened in on mute. I told him that Day Game is not glamorous as it seems. Most of it is boring.
After walking down "My Street" and seeing no prospects, I decided to swing around the courthouse and if I saw no prospects I would call it a day. My friend was still creepin' on my phone and I was mentally winding down when I saw a young girl with dirty blonde hair in formal office attire. She looked familiar. It turned out it was a girl who did mock trial with me in high school. We were never more than acquaintances (never really hung out or interacted too much) but we knew who the other was. I squinted at her in a “you look familiar” sort of gaze. She returned it, smiling. I hung up on my boy because as sure as I was of the law of gravity, I was sure of getting her number. The "old me" who used to slap a girl's ass playfully if I was "feelin' it" or who made out back-to-back with two girls who were friends and took me to dinner started to come out again. No more "pet shop" openers; I went for the kill.
“Hey,” I opened energetically, “You look familiar!” “Hey, Anti-Riot! Long time no see!” she replied. She look relatively the same except she had some wrinkles and crow's feet. Age is not kind to white girls. But IDGAF, WB. We exchanged the “what are you doing here’s.” I said I was in town for a bit. We then exchanged what we were up to over the years since I high school. She said she worked at the courthouse. I then said I had an interesting few years after high school when I lived in China and New York. Perhaps I could have phrased these in a more “baity” form. She asked if I was going to court. I said, “Well I hope not. I haven’t done anything bad... lately.” She kind of laughed and said, “No I mean for work. Do you work in law because you were in mock trial...” I replied, “Naw, I mean I was good at what I did in mock trial with the whole pre-trial thing. Ah sorry, I’m kind of tooting my own horn here.” I caught myself and swiftly followed with a, “Naw I’m not really sorry. I was good at what I did, but law’s not really for me.”
I followed up that I was in town for a few days before leaving the country for work (lol bait). She asked me where and I replied to Vietnam (lol more vague bait). She asked what for and I replied for teaching English and some business. I might have thrown in a “You look different” sort of statement. Well she did, I don't remember the crow's feet from when she was 18.
I tried my best to appear confident and hopefully not slouch or lean in. I threw in how I didn’t really see many people from high school around except for a few people who still work at the grocery store near my place. I also complained (just a bit) how This city kind of gets me a bit down, compared to China or NYC. I realized her right foot was pointing away a bit while the other foot was still pointed towards me. Her body was still completely facing me while I was still at a slight glancing angle.
I then thought now was a good time to number close or something like that. I said, “Well hey I’m not here too long but let’s catch up over drinks.” Perhaps I could have phrased that more directly, such as, “Well hey I’m not here too long but let’s get drinks.” She replied, “Sure,” with a few slight, rapid nods. I took my phone out of my pocket with one hand, unlocking it with the fingerprint scanner. She started to say, “4-,” until I intejected with, “No. Here,” as I handed her my phone. “Put it in,” (heh) I replied in a calm but dominant tone, trying not to sound domineering. “Ok,” she complied. “Well, hey I gotta run but it was cool seeing you,” I said as I was about to leave. “Yeah it was great seeing you,” she replied, also adding, “Text me.” For whatever reason I stuck out my hand to shake hers and I made sure to hang on an extra half-second to second.
I went back to the office to devour Bang’s texting guide and first date formula. I was so hopped up on Game energy I nearly forgot to eat my lunch. I scoured the forums for threads on setting up dates and Tuths’ First Date Bang Recipe. I may have gone overboard and I’m probably too excited. My dry spell is nearly half a year and all I can think about is how I would ram her vagina two ways till Sunday, because that’s when my flight leaves.
With the knowledge that the meetup on Saturday is cancelled and that I have a short amount of time I cannot wait 2 days to text nor will I text tonight (Wednesday); it would be too desperate. I will compromise and wait until Thursday night and text around 8 to 9. I'm not sure if this will convert to a date but I did put it out rather bluntly that I would be leaving this Sunday and she seemed down for drinks. Her "text me" seems hopeful but also like a dangling carrot, and hopefully my telling her to put her number in my phone helped.
As of right now, I'm wondering how to proceed as there are a few potential issues:
- If she's down for Friday or Saturday (I did say rather bluntly that I was in town for a few days)
- I’m wondering how I can phrase the text to have Friday and Saturday(though it’s way riskier) open for drinks
- Logistics, such as who's driving, where she lives, what do if we both drive there, and how to get her back to my place
- If things go well if I should heat things up in the car or at my house (I'm staying with my parents but they sleep early)
I shouldn't value this too much and I should be "that guy" that Roosh mentions. I admit my sexless time in high school may be rearing it's ugly head and I'm unconsciously seeing this an opportunity to give a big "fuck you" to my not so good high school experience. I'm making peace with myself though that things aren't happening, and in order to kill expectations I will continue to go out and Day Game today. But it also comes down to the fact that I am also very "hungry" and want to squeeze in a bang before I leave.
If any one has any thoughts/advice/criticisms/real talk to offer I'd appreciate that.
"This old dog's tired of the junkyard trash. I'm hungerin' for some of that showroom ass."